For NaPoWriMo day 21, I am responding to this prompt from yesterday. Happy Easter! Also, I am sharing this with Frank’s haikai prompt because 2 of these 3 haiku are about Easter lilies.
Lively white lilies —
On Easter morning hoping
For beautiful life
Lilies intertwine
Around a wooden twig wreath:
Crown of thorns redeemed
Vibrant red petals
Announce the coming of spring —
Amicable blooms
For NaPoWriMo day, which happens to be Holy Saturday
Christ suffered, died and was buried,
In order to rise again:
Christ underwent His passion, but help did not tarry
In the plan of salvation.
Nor was suffering senseless; Christ died
In order to rise again,
No hurt is left without a purpose, decide
To live by grace and rise again.
This is inspired by the abecedarian poem prompt for NaPoWriMo day 19. This is also micro poetry for Real Toads.
Amicable blooming,
Cultivated dearly,
Elegant flowers give
Hospitable inclusion:
Joy lifting merrily.
Lively jonquils
Imply heart-warmth:
Gratitude flowers
Effervescently, delivering
Courage, beauty amplified.
For Real Toads, as I was inspired by the Matsuo Basho quote. I didn’t really incorporate any of the photos, though. This is also for NaPoWriMo day 18.
“The temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” — Matsuo Basho
Palm Sunday: We heard it read that, though some wished to rebuke the jubilant crowd, Jesus said:
“If these were silent, even the stones would cry out!”
Later, the words of consecration said, the Eucharist elevated, the bells ring — and even when they stop, God’s presence causes souls to sing.
She wishes for rest. She cries,
Tide-looped emotions too much, leaving her
Dust-tongued — with no more words
Yet heart-aching to be heard.
She sings, taking inspiration from
The morning she-bird, mourning dove.
Maybe one day, poppies
Will place their cradle-petals around
Her, in a moon-silent embrace.
For this week’s DVerse Poetics prompt, which was about Dylan Thomas and his love for hyphenated compound words. I used the following suggestions in my poem: tide-looped, dust-tongued, she-bird, and cradle-petals. I also invented some of my own.
For Real Toads. NaPoWriMo day 16.
Poetry is like a lava flow, so that I don’t explode.
Poetry is the heartbeat, from the center of me.
Poetry is the rain outside, pouring, and the shy sun when it peeks through clouds.
Poetry is the salve on my heart, saving my sanity.
Poetry is the firefly that makes even the darkest night a little lovely.
Posted with sadness for NaPoWriMo day 15.
I heard that Notre Dame was burning.
800 years of history, up in flames
I heard the spire collapsed.
Someone took a video of the flames
Consuming it — I couldn’t watch it.
All the famous photographs —
Someone was the last to snap
A photo of its majestic beauty,
Before it turned to fiery fury.
Imagine the rose window exploding
From the inside out, Our Lady crying —
I heard that Notre Dame was burning.
Never thought it possible
800 years of history, up in flames.
“Abraham your father rejoiced to see my day;
he saw it and was glad.”
John 8:56
The faith of Abraham was strong enough for sacrifice.
She wants the fire of burning love
But does not know how long faith will suffice.
O happiness! O joy! Their susurrations
Swish inside her heart, hiding, she seeks —
Trying to rediscover what is without price.
A cherita for NaPoWriMo day 14, inspired by a portion of the Gospel reading from a few days ago.
A crown cinquain for the 5-line poem challenge, as well as for NaPoWriMo day 13.
Fountain
Of mercy flows
From out His piercèd side,
Fountain of love which is the hope
For all.
For all
Who eat this bread
Will have life eternal,
Forgiveness flowing from the heart
Of God,
Of God
Who reigns always,
Who reigns over ev’ry
Aspect of heaven and the earth,
The king.
The king
Who rains mercy,
On all who thirst for it,
Wanting ev’ry people to come
Approach.
Approach
The mercy seat
Unafraid, for He calls
You friend, inviting you to this
Fountain.
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